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Act two. The plot

It had started with a small seed, dropped by some careless wretch as she straggled through the ages. We are indeed lucky that that wretch happened by, our legacy would be lost. The story had been told for ages, yet never had it been told to me with such vibrance, such grandeur.

That seed had been the turning point of the lands; trees rip with fruit now littering the earth, twining across the desolate landscape as if water were to fill the desert.
Slowly the trees were followed by the animals, the animals followed by another great revolution; bringing humanity back to the wondrous thing it had been before we had destroyed it. We were the first to recover, the youngest of our time we remembered how to harvest the fruit, how to eat delicately enough to savor the sweet juices on our tongues; and soon we reproduced, much like that one little seed.
Slowly the world was shaped to the mold of what it had been; slowly we went back to our old ways. Remnants of technology were being dissected so we could resume what we had been, yet now we were sweeter; now our races relied upon each other.

So the story had gone.

Our races are strong, yes, but we are all too human.

The fights consumed them, envy, pride, greed, lust, every sin intensified, every sin masked by the races and carried by all but a few.

Yet what is purity in the land of the impure?

Username: Teardrops_of_ivy
Name: Mara
Age approximate: 16
Race: Vampiric shifter.
Hair and color: Long and brown, almost black.
Eye color: Always changing in color, yet usually remaining a warm ocher.
Height: 5'2
Weight: 130
Appearence: Appearing to be more male then female Mara is a sweetly dressed soul. Her appearence is soft due to her long and tattered white/grey shirt, her pants tightly fitted and flared at the bottoms, hiding her feet easily. Her figure is full yet remains hidden by a tightly cinched corset, her prey more worthy to catch without feminin charm.
Weapons: A small garnet encrusted blade, sharpened to a glimmering point and fabeled to contain a vampire hunters magic.

Username: Robert Harbour
Name: Daedalus Icarian
Age approximate: 35
Race: Human
Hair and color: Greyish Brown, Shoulder length, straight.
Eyes and color: One blue eye, and one false jet-black eye
Height:6'2
Weight:175
Appearence: He is covered from ankle to neck and from fingertip to tip in long, thin brown muslin bandages. Several layers tight against the skin, the other layers hanging loosely, and tying back into the other bandages.Visible only in unclothed areas, poking out of the bandages are small, wide spikes that seem to be made of rock, and on each of his shoulders is a long, slender one, with an engraving of a small vine winding up each one. He wears a pair of worn, sand blasted old black leather boots, rising to mid calf length laced very tightly. They only gave off the memory of once being shiny and reflective. Now, they were worn and had sand stuck in the leather, almost faded to whitish brown. He wore a grayish plastic and metal mask over his head, the only distinct features being a grilled air filter and one horizontal optics lens, a deep blue in color. Rising to meet the mask was a light Kevlar vest, with a matching pair of leggings going across his thighs. At the end of his slender arms were some light leather bracers, with his bandaged hands sticking out the other ends. Other than this, he is not seen in much else.
Weapons: On his person, he keeps a .45 revolver in a dust proof holster at his right hip. On his left hip, he keeps a brownish holster holding a 3' blade that appears to have been made of a bright red steel, with a simple leather bound handle. He also carries a small uzi on his glider.

Username: Ebil Mecha Pup
Name: Doxis Mackenzie
Age approximate: 29
Race: Human (Deadwalker)
Hair and color: Oily Black, to the mid-chest, most of it is torn out in tufts.
Eyes and color: One eye tinted red by a constantly ruptured vein, the other brown, bloodshot by lack of sleep.
Height: 6'4", usually crouched/hunched to 5'9"
Weight: 144
Appearance: Doxis is clothed in a mad amalgamation of tattered rags and formaldehyde soaked rags, parts of his exposed skin showing the gray pallor of dead flesh, other parts still vibrant with life. His 'condition' has also caused a rapid mutation of the jaw structure, extending his lower jawbone in such a manner that it acts a little like a mandible, his mouth capable of opening wide enough to literally bite a human head off, aided by the slight serration of his incisors and the mutant length of his lower canines. Despite this grisly display, Doxis is also known to almost always have a kitchen apron of paisley and flower pattern on over his plainer garb...
Weapons:
-: Claws: Apparently, under extremely fortunate and coincidental mutations, the human body is capable of producing metal - Doxis' fingers end in long, knife-like nails made of rough iron.
-: 'Potato Gun': A heavily altered concept based on the weapon capable of launching potatoes several hundred yards, this device sports a large, carefully aligned chamber that can fit any number of things. So far, the thing that Doxis has found most pleasant to fire from is a bundle of forks and knives backed with a plate for proper distribution of force on firing. The shotgun-like splash effect is most excellent.

Username: imby33
Name: Roland Robinson
Age approximate: 36
Race: Human
Hair and color: Reddish brown
Eyes and color: Two, Dark brown
Height: 5,9
Weight: 125.4
Appearance: Lanky with average height, Roland’s hair has grown down to his shoulders in grease matted dreads. His eyes are fairly large for his gaunt face and he suffers a little X shaped scar on his left cheek. He wears a light gray two piece, a white shirt underneath, and a ripped up tie.
Weapons: A sharpened stick, a butterfly knife he found on the ground, and a vial of poison.

Username: Sariel Edwards
Name: Cayden Gray
Age approximate: 17
Race: Lycanthrope
Hair and color: Semi-long cinnamon hair, slightly curled and smelling of green apples.
Eyes and color: Soft golden green orbs, more feminine and sweet then one would imagine for such a creature.
Height: 5’7
Weight: 129lbs.
Appearance: While Cayden’s features are soft he is usually more rugged then first appearances would suggest. His skin is a warm fleshy color, soft and more then well taken care of. He is usually dressed in street clothing, long fitted blue jeans and a dark crimson tank top, the netted shirt over it torn and looking as if it were made of metal. Around his neck there is a small garnet gem, and a large brass skeleton, supported by three delicate, white gold chains. Like the rest of his household his eyes shift slightly when he is hungry, going from golden green to baby blue in a matter of minutes. His frame is tall and slender, his arms showing muscle, his fingers long and elegant with nails like small blades at the tips. He is a creature of grace and style, a creature of power and significance; however he is a rebel and loves to play games.
Weapons: His nails and his long canines.

Daedalus's head twitched back and forth, and slowly, a laugh began emitting from it. At first, a slow creaking sound, which then quickly mutated to a high-pitched cackle. He marched forward, throwing his feet in front of him, and shoving the puking Roland to the side. He giddily trotted over tot the animal, and swung his foot hard. The kick would easily shatter the thing's skull, if it landed at the base of the jaw, where Roland intended it. However, the foot would continue to swing up, and then be stomped back down at Roland's side, causing him to swivel on the spot, and face the open hallway.

The rooms were plastered and caked with a wide variety of animal feces and urine, the most concentrated area being the floor. Daedalus's boots dug inches downwards into this filth, and he trotted along as if nothing was a-miss. Several evil looking greyhounds confronted him. He now straightened up stiffly, and brought the sword into use. He raised the handle over his left shoulder, and swung downwards hard enough to cleave the beast's head right off.

Oh, and did I mention he continued to laugh the entire time? For a sane person, possibly Roland, one would assume that this would be the most sickening feature of the entire gory scene.

Mara chuckled lightly as she watched the two, the smell of Rolands hot breath making her gag slightly. With a small smile she reached down to the dogs that Daedalus had ust slain, her eyes glimmering as blood began to pool on the floor. With a loud snapping sound she reached down and broke off one of the dog's legs, easily stripping the flesh off and handing the bone to Roland.
A large crash sounded behind them all and Mara whipped around quickly her eyes settling on a large Wolfhound of sorts, it's fur dark as her own and its eyes hungry and worn. Mara looked to Roland and Daedalus for a moment, her body already beginning to shift into her rather large wolf form, her paws hitting the floor with a dull thud; her body now perched over the grayhounds and a low howl coming form her.

Roland smiled as he remembered games of stick and ball he played during his childhood. He was currently crushing cat skulls with the dog leg. Ah, lovely lovely regression. He was the batter up. And here are the balls. Two tabbies jumped at him. He smashed the first ones head with ease. kicking the other in the spine.
"It's all a game!"
He was laughing. How long had it been since he had last laughed?
"It's a ******** game! And I'm ******** winning!"
He ran and jumped. He twirled and sang. And as he killed his mind tried to identify his prey.
"Jack Russell!
Greyhound!
Red hound!
Blue hound!
Dead hound!"
He was having so much fun!
He slipped on s**t and got right up. He was covered in filth. He smiled at Mara in her wolf form and winked at her. For the first time in his life he wasn't worried about anything, it was great.
"Guys! I'm not stuttering! Yeah!"

Daedalus was pacing backwards, when he then noticed Mara grappling with the wolfhound. He saw that she was wounded, and canceled the spell, transferring the energy into the palm of his right hand. He holstered the sword hastily, and then proceeded to yell at Roland.

"ROLAND, GRAB SOME ******** DOGS, WE'RE GETTING OUT OF HERE!"

He walked over to Mara, and lifted her up and away from the dogs, looping his left arm around her waist, and pressing his right hand against her neck. It would rapidly accelerate her natural healing processes, and would heal up in a few seconds.

He walked backwards, shifting Mara into both arms, nervously looking to Roland. He had better grab something for them to eat, or he would probably eat him.

Roland was awash in his own mental juices.
He heard a little female voice.
The voice of reason.
"Roland."
"What?"
"You need to take control."
"But I'm having a lot of fun and.."
The voice turned harsh, loud.
"Get off of your a**!"
"I-"
"Your first friend in a long time is very hurt!"
Roland began to see the gushing wound in Mara's neck.
"Uh...Um..G-"
"And the priest looks ready to EAT you."
"G-g-god!"
"Grab some ******** dogs!"
That was not reason's voice.
It was Daedalus, and Roland followed forth.
He grabbed a dog under each arm and swung around eight cats over his shoulder. He slipped on s**t. He tried for a while and finally got up and ran out the door. He reached the bottom of the hill and set down his load. He returned and asked "Can I grab anything else?"